"Waylon," Joy Ward bit her lip, looking pitifully at Waylon Lewis, "Miss Williams has really wronged me this time. I would never do something so disgusting, no matter what. I don't know why Miss Williams would say I pushed her, why she would frame me..."
"It's not your fault; she's just not in a good mood right now, don't blame her." Waylon Lewis glanced at her with a cold expression, speaking indifferently.
Joy listened closely but couldn't hear any concern for herself in the man's tone. She bowed her head and sighed, looking wronged no matter how one saw her. Hearing what Waylon Lewis said, she could only leave for now. The instant she turned around, a triumphant and sinister smile spread across her face.
"I'm so mad, this woman must be a trash bag with how much she can hold in." Aria Richardson paced back and forth on the spot, fuming with anger.